instead of stating the number of sadness, instead sing softly

May 03, 2008 22:41

My maternal grandmother is in the hospital. I'm not entirely sure what exactly brought it on, but I do know that it has something to do with her heart. They want to do another bypass surgery. She's 89 years old.

I would love to go see her. There's just one draw back - my grandfather. He's an alcoholic and because of that he has made swiss cheese of his brain (literally). He's an absolute nightmare to be around. He's belligerent. Forgetful. Violent. The last time we were there, he tried to attack my aunt's children; Travis intervened and Grandfather hit him instead. He also demanded that Brandon get out of his house because he didn't know who he was. He was, as usual, drunk.

That was over three years ago. I have not been back since nor has the rest of this branch of the Herron clan.

I love my grandparents. I really do. But I don't know if I can ever go back again while he's still alive.

i need more tea for this, life, don't talk to me about life

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